Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

When Zhang Nan's tracking skill was mentioned earlier, Ouyang Yu said that there is an even more advanced tracking skill that can locate ghosts or in-game NPCs.

She never expected that someone with this skill was right beside her.

These three sisters are a unique combination: one can summon ghosts to help her, one has her own vehicle, and the other possesses advanced tracking abilities.

What kind of team is this? Luckily, I was on their team this game, not their opponent.

"...Miss Yi." After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked Yi Zanglan, "Do any of you three have plans to join the team?"

Yi Zanglan glanced at her, seemingly lost in thought: "Miss Ouyang, do you have a team to recommend?"

"Yes, I've created my own team, Chunshui Team. It's not a high-level team, but the team atmosphere is great. I wonder if you guys are interested?"

"I am interested, but it's really too late," Yi Zanglan explained tactfully. "I also set up a team, and the fees are quite expensive, so it's not good to just disband it like this."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Ouyang Yu's eyes, but she quickly smiled and nodded: "I understand, it's just a pity we didn't meet sooner."

"This means our fate isn't here; perhaps we'll have other connections in the future."

"If that's the case, that would be great."

As the two were talking, they saw Yan Zhao, who was scouting ahead, suddenly quicken his pace, as if his skill had activated.

Everyone followed her through the corridor, up two flights of stairs, and finally arrived at the sunbathing area on the 14th deck.

The sunbathing area was filled with young men and women, dressed in cool swimsuits, lying on deck chairs chatting and sunbathing.

Yan Zhao focused his search and finally found the spot where the purple mist had disappeared, where a young man was standing in the corner.

The man was wearing an octagonal cap askew, a floral shirt, and jeans, and was sketching in front of a canvas.

The stained pattern on his shirt is the same as the scrap of cloth clipped to the picture frame, and there is indeed a corner missing from the hem of his shirt.

"Found it."

The group immediately surrounded him. The young man, who had been concentrating on his painting, looked up and was startled.

"...Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hello, Mr. Painter." Yan Zhao handed him the piece of cloth. She hadn't thought of a more tactful way to start the conversation, so she simply said, "Your shirt looks torn. Would you like to change?"

The painter looked very surprised: "Oh! My shirt was indeed torn, but how did you find out?"

"Because we're your fans!" Tang Yunxi answered for Yan Zhao. "We've been observing you for a long time. Young people as handsome and skilled as you are rare these days!"

"How could that be? You flatter me." The painter was a little embarrassed when he heard this and waved his hands repeatedly. "I'm just doing this out of hobby, and there are still many immature aspects. I came aboard this ship to find inspiration."

"So, have you found any inspiration?"

"The diverse guests here inspire me. I enjoy the creative process and hope to capture their most beautiful moments on paper."

Yi Zanglan lowered her eyes, shifting her gaze to the easel in front of him, and spoke politely.

"Would I have the honor of viewing your work?"

"sure!"

"Thanks."

She took the stack of drawing paper handed to her, counted it, and there were exactly twelve sheets, no more and no less.

A happy bride holding a bouquet, a violinist engrossed in playing music, a lady playing with her pet, and a smiling bartender;

A casino dealer working diligently, a chef carrying ingredients with enthusiasm, a wealthy man smoking a cigar, and a child waiting obediently for his mother;

A ballet dancer gracefully moves on the stage, a clown performs acrobatics with great effort, and a captain gazes into the distance from the deck.

The last sheet of paper is blank.

This shows that this is the original origin of those twelve ghost paintings.

The painter seemed very satisfied with his work, and he extended an invitation with a smile.

"You all seem to be very close friends. Would you mind giving me a little time to paint a portrait of each of you?"

Upon hearing this, the seven people exchanged glances, their expressions all looking somewhat strange.

They knew very well that this was no ordinary portrait, and no one could predict what would happen after it was finished.

But it seems that this is a crucial part of the final mission, and they have no room to refuse.

"Okay." Yi Zanglan paused for a moment, then answered him in a relaxed tone, "So, what should we do?"

"Any way is fine, just compose the picture however you like."

Since he said it's up to him, then we should definitely choose a comfortable position.

To prevent him from painting for too long, Tang Yunxi brought over three chairs, one for himself, one for Yi Zanglan, and one for Yan Zhao. The three of them sat half-reclined, which was indeed extremely comfortable.

Jiang Yao and Jiang Ling, brother and sister, leaned against each other. Jiang Ling originally wanted to make a peace sign, but considering that this was a painting session and not a group photo, she put it down because she was too tired.

She lowered her voice: "Brother, do you think this is reliable?"

Jiang Yao sighed: "Whether it's reliable or not, we'll only know after it's finished."

Too lazy to get a chair, Ouyang Yu simply sat on the floor. Zhang Nan sat next to her, and then she put her arm around his shoulder.

He glanced at her sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Actually... if we temporarily forget that this is a game mission, it wouldn't be bad for the two of us to be in the picture together.

* * * * * *

[Seriously, this painting must have taken at least two hours to complete? The sun is so strong, it must be incredibly hot.]

[This is a sunbathing area; sunbathing has its benefits, but I'm finding it a bit boring. It's a shame it's a live stream, so I can't fast-forward.]

[It turns out that Koi Baby had the foresight; lying on a chair is much more comfortable than standing, and it also helps to get a more even sun exposure.]

[The problem is, it's too comfortable; Yi Zanglan has already fallen asleep!]

[Forget she was asleep, when did those two siblings put up the parasol? I didn't even notice.]

[Hey, I want to ask Captain Ouyang and her childhood sweetheart, isn't it hot sitting on the deck like that? Couldn't you at least put a cushion down?]

……

The painter spent two and a half hours creating the work, and it was clear that he was working diligently. The final piece he delivered was indeed lifelike.

Have a pleasant journey, everyone.

Although it hardly counts as a blessing in the context of the game of bad luck, everyone thanked him and took the painting back to the coffee shop.

They embedded the drawing paper into the frame and hung it back in its original place.

"Is this all there is to it?" Ouyang Yu frowned, increasingly uneasy. "Do we need to do anything else?"

"It seems unnecessary for now," Yi Zanglan said. "By tonight, we'll have an answer."

"I hope so."

Everyone stared at themselves in the painting, and for some reason, a chill gradually crept up their spines, lingering for a long time.

Tonight will be their last night on the cruise ship.

Success will usher in the next dawn, while failure, like the cruise ship's name, will plunge it into eternal night.

They will be forever preserved in the painting.